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hope and loss
are fraternal twins of the same Mother. loss has been tugging at my torn grasping grubbing fingers... and kicking my feet out from underneath me as I have attempted to scale the tall craggy cliffs of pain. is hope out there... somewhere in the ether? or is it malingering, like a nightmare or a a damp, heavy cloud? or does it exist simply, in my imagination... diffuse and everywhere, but without a single foothold or real form? I wish I knew hope... but, hope has no face. it is a stranger to me. hope is wary. I believe it leaves me, purposefully, at times, all alone. but, Life can be so tenacious and real... that when given a 50/50 chance Life will bite down on the bit and then dare itself to catapult forward into the maelstrom or back into the abyss again and again. not asking why or when... Life never wants to give up. yet hope has been for me, a kind of demon-weight, a kind of wh*re. more expected and terrifying, than pray-ful. more profane, than any comforting Madonna, more the Mother whose words you might prefer at times to ignore. do hope and loss walk together, arm in arm, and swear they are they are they are Brothers Cain and Abel? mutually do they undo and outdo, I think, one another under the table? two unholy conjoined twins of the same reluctant Mother. Copyright March 11, 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By this Author Melissa A. Howells/Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World All Poetry/Prose/Rants/Ideas are the Legal Property of this Writer Re-edited March 12, 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author Dedicated to Ghuey/Buddy/M who have all had a very very hard time lately and to Ghuey who cheated death...may we all live long and prosper, praises be. Vote for this poem |
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